His adoptive mother, who had rescued him, nurtured his education, and embraced him as her own, had


    sumbed to illness. The girl who had rescued him from the abyss of despair had vanished, leaving


    him uncertain of her fate.


    His pursuit of medicine wasn’t driven by a desire to rescue others; rather, it was fueled by the hope of


    curing his adoptive mother’s ailment. Yet, cruel irony reigned.


    He became a savior to many, but his skills couldn’t rescue the one he held most dear—his adoptive


    mother.


    Leon stood up.


    “Rise and depart. Your supplication, even adorned with a genuflection, won’t sway me. I’ve forsaken


    doctoring.”


    Millie’s act of kneeling, a stark departure from her demeanor thus far, flustered him, evoking an


    unfamiliar emotion. Her past ceaseless presence akin to an incessant buzz, grating on his patience.


    Her chatter ceased abruptly, leaving an unexpected disquiet in its wake.


    In due time, her chatter subsided. Curiously, Leon found himself unustomed to her indifference.


    Millie lifted her gaze, disbelief swirling within her eyes.


    How could his heart be so unyielding? A chance to rescue her grandmother was callously dismissed.


    His cruelty knew no bounds. Gianna might be evil, but even she would bend for gain.


    Yet Leon diverged, bereft of desire and immune to persuasion.


    “Leon, I implore you, save my grandmother. I’ll craft jewelry for your union with Miss Brown. My


    commitment is unwavering. Should you engage in conflict with your grandmother, my intercession shall


    be swift.”


    She paused before continuing, “Do you despise me? Should you perform this surgery, I shall vanish


    from your sight forever.”


    Her entreaties flowed ceaselessly, each oath a thread binding her plea. Sheid herself bare, her


    resolve unshakable.


    Millie’s words flowed in a cascade, a concerted effort to thaw the frost encasing Leon’s heart. The


    weight of her grandmother’s salvation loomedrge; failure to seize this chance would etch an indelible


    guilt across her life’s tapestry.


    Millie’s fingers extended, grasping the sleek fabric of Leon’s trousers. This instant marked the zenith of


    humility in her existence, yet in her pursuit of her grandmother’s deliverance, she remained impervious


    to the magnitude of her act.


    Tears coursed down her cheeks, relentless as a river’s course.


    Leon’s knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, a maelstrom of irritation raging within. He wrested


    his leg from her grasp, his voice roaring in a tirade.


    “Julius, assist her; escort her away.”


    Julius advanced, intent on extending a hand to aid Millie’s ascent. “Miss, I implore you to withdraw.”


    Julius was keenly aware that Leon’s resolve was unyielding.


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    But Millie resisted unyieldingly. She brushed away her tears, her gaze defiant through reddened eyes.


    “I shall remain here, kneeling in perpetuity, unless your ord is won.”


    She couldn’t retreat; she couldn’t witness her grandmother’s suffering. The worsening state of her


    grandmother was an affliction she could not bear to ept.